Ana Uhibbuka Fillah (Series Loves You In Silence 2 )
16. Afrah (Conscious disappointment )
Pelita Indah Complex Housing. Block A. At 20.01. North Jakarta.
Afrah?"
I looked towards the door. I stared at Fara from head to toe. Fara is beautiful. The syar'i she wears is very graceful. The price must be expensive.
"Are you ready?"
"Huh?"
Fara entered my room casually. It was as if we were old friends who played a lot. Fara sat on the edge of my bed.
"Are you ready?"
I'm nodding. "Em is already."
"Then put your veil on fast! Ah I can't wait to see the discount books in the bazaar later. Even Mama tipped off a recipe book of archipelago cuisine if there is."
I just kept looking at Fara who was so enthusiastic. I rarely go out at night. At first Mother did forbid me, but because Fara was so good at persuading Mother, Mother finally allowed me.
"Yes. I'll wear it. Just a minute."
I wear my veil too. Then I made sure that all my aura was neatly covered. Then I went back to the mirror. Thank God everything is neat.
Fara and I left the house after saying goodbye to Mother a few minutes ago. On arrival outside the house, I saw a black car parked in front of my house
"Ah looks like it's Fikri." said Fara with enthusiasm.
"P-sir Fikri?"
"Yes Afrah. Mr. Fikri's coming. Isn't it exciting that we're going all three?"
Instantly my heart beat fast. Oh gosh. Just looking at Mr. Firki for a minute and two minutes feels really thrilling. What about the next few minutes?
"Asalamualaikum?"
"Wa'alaikumussalam Fikri's. How's it? Leaving now?" Fara looks excited tonight. Even with his ease he rubbed my arms.
"Can. Faster is better."
"Fic?" call Fara slowly.
"Yes?"
"Are you busy, right?"
"You mean?"
"Eum.." Fara looks wrong. What happened to Fara? That's what I was thinking.
"Em if you are busy mending you do not need to come along. Let me the one"
"I'm not busy. Just relax."
"Yes, you're busy taking care of the kids. Your face is full of powder and your clothes smell of telon oil."
At once the look on Mr. Fikri's face changed. Between surprise and dislike. Until Fara finally laughed.
Fara was so free with Mr. Fikri. Whether he mocks or not. Of course it's not a problem. Unlike me who only listened to the two like watching the sinteron of the beautiful and the handsome.
"It has. Come onl. Later the hunt at 9 pm" said Mr. Fikri trying to divert.
I looked at Fikri who looked relaxed tonight. Far from formalities. I also entered Mr. Fikri's car with Fara who is now sitting next to me.
The car is running at medium speed. Since then, Mr. Fikri and Fara have talked a lot. It starts with the workman's business. Client cooperation company. Their colleagues in the office. And other.
As for me, just gawking silently listening to them. Though jealousy slipped my heart. O Allah. Why am I jealous? Mr. Fikri is not who I am. So I don't deserve heartache.
In my heart Istighfar many times. Trying to resist this pent-up jealousy. Because of istighfar, the heart becomes calm by remembering the name of Allah.
But one thing I like right now.
Pak Fikri's car scent scented telon oil and baby powder. Ah I love egg oil and baby powder. Let alone that, seeing a baby just feels anxious.
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Kelapa Gading Mall. North Jakarta. At 20:20 pm.
Thank God I finally arrived with Fara and Pak Fikri in a very large Mall. I looked up and watched around me.
The coldness of this place is so felt in my skin. I hugged my own body. The sound of Fara's ticklishness made me look at her.
"What's wrong?"
"What are you doing, Af?" fara's smile to me.
"I'm fine."
"You look confused. Like never stepping on the Mall."
"I never came here. Especially to the Mall. So this is the first time."
"What?!"
I saw Fara's surprised reaction. Fara and I walked to the book bazaar a few meters away from us. While Mr. Fikri is in front of us.
"How long have you lived in this city?"
"I forgot. Em. before Mr. Firki's restaurant opens."
"But.. Why don't you ever snack Af? Does Mother forbid you?"
"I'm a home child" I said again. "Before work, I used to spend time with Mother every day at home. I like watching television instead of playing on my phone. I've seen soap operas he said goods in the market are cheaper than in the Mall."
"So that's why you've never been to the Mall?"
"Yes Fara. I'm sorry for this village."
Fara laughs. "Just relax Afrah. Haha. You're my funny friend. Comeing! Let's not run out of interesting books and novels!"
I stared at Fara's sparkling face with her jolly attitude. Not with Mr. Fikri who was busy walking in front of us. Suddenly Fara moved in front of me. Fara walked beside Mr. Fikri even though he still left a distance between them.
I can only be patient. What is my power that can only see their closeness from behind.
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The books in front of my eyes are so many. It feels confusing to buy which one. All the titles and blurbs are a lot of fun. But I realized that I shouldn't be too lazy let alone extravagant because it was wrong.
Allah Ta’ala says,
وَلا تُبَذِّرْ تَبْذِيرًا إِنَّ الْمُبَذِّرِينَ كَانُوا إِخْوَانَ الشَّيَاطِينِ
“And do not waste (your heart) lavishly. Verily the wasters are the brethren of Satan.” (QS. Al Isro’ [17]: 26-27). The point is that they resemble demons in this.
Ibn Mas’ud and Ibn ‘Abbas said, “Tabdzir (wasting) is infusing something on the wrong path.”
But unfortunately the cold in this place made me unable to bear it. Suddenly something hit my back. I looked back. How surprised if Mr. Fikri draped a jacket on my back.
"It looks like Afrah's mom is cold. Just wear it, Mother."
I'm confused what to say. Both of her blue irises were staring at me. Mr. Firki's gesture is very relaxed. Different from the effect that Mr. Fikri is doing to me at this time. My heart is pounding.
Mr. Fikri's eyes now turned to the book I was holding.
"The Book of Communication Studies?" ask Mr. Fikri to me.
I turned to look at the book in my hand. "Yes Sir. What's up?"
"You were in college?"
I'm nodding. "Yes Sir. I used to go to college."
I looked at the silenced Mr. Fikri. What's wrong with her? Why did he suddenly look shocked?
"Sir?"
"Huh? Ah.. I'm looking for a book first Ma'am. Afraid overnight. Excuse me."
Mr. Fikri smiled at me. Then he left me immediately.
With her clumsiness I nodded again like a child who complied. I almost didn't focus because of this crash. O Allah. Avoid servants from things that plunge into sin if the influence of Mr. Firki's charm is so strong with me.
In my heart I should not be incited by the whispers of Satan telling me to approach Mr. Fikri.
"Hey. Already got a book hunt tonight?"
I was shocked even surprised. Suddenly Fara came. In his hand were several books.
I'm nodding. "I-I got it. Let's go to the cashier."
"Attent."
Suddenly Fara stopped my steps. Unexpectedly Fara grabbed the jacket that had been attached to my shoulder.
"It's Fikri's, right?" ask Fara to me.
"Yes. It's. Fikri's."
"Ughh! He is not polite. Time to put a jacket on your shoulders. Here come! You're human. Not an iron pole for a jacket."
"But-"
Unexpectedly Fara had already gone towards the cashier. From here I saw Fara and Fikri next to each other. Fara looks busy in front of the cashier just to pay for all her books.
Then that jacket. The jacket belonging to Mr. Firki who had been in my body with a heartbeat that I feel is now gone. Why my heart is so tight. Moreover, the jacket is now in the arms of Fara.
I just smiled behind the veil I was wearing. Remember Afrah remember. Mr. Fikri already belongs to Fara.
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Ouch Afrah. Nyesek 😂's
Hii. Forgive the new author update. The busy author makes the new Author can come back here.
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